Ugh.

So remember that ziploc-bag-at-Universal-Studios story? The one about that woman and... *shudder*?

It's happening all over again, if you can believe that.

Today in Best Buy, some kid threw up. Twice. It was orange and chunky; Luke, the guy from car-fi who cleaned it up (and will justifiably get $20 in gift cards for doing so) could literally use the mop to make small piles, then proceed to use a shovel and scoop the "yak" into the garbage. I think someone else went to help him, and confirmed that there were bitsf of hot dog in it.

I didn't notice that there were two piles until I went around the corner of my department with a customer. Needless to say, I was a tad distracted whilst dealing with him.

Apparently, the kid threw up near the Playstations, and the mother went up to Luke and said, "Is there a bathroom? My kid just..." and the kid did it again, in a larger amount.

THEN, some OTHER kids were playing around in the store...and one slipped on said pile of "yak" and flew into the computers section. Luckily, there were no...erm..."stray bits" or "splashing" - or at least, it was minimal.

So after witnessing that, I was already feeling a little bit nauseous. Then I had to deal with a man who smelled like curry from 4 ft. away. That certainly did NOT help at all.

I will not be able to eat carrot bits or hot dogs for at least a year now. And I used to like hot dogs too...

:: Emily 12:16 AM [+] ::